sometimes, when life falls hard, like the big huge flakes of snow that we are all so sick of, all we can do is go out and play in it. i mean, we could sit inside and bemoan it, shaking our fist at the sky and grumbling. that is what I FEEL like doing most of the time, but where will it get us but grumpy. instead, we make the best of it, we run out into the icy swirl and we play. and we throw it in the air, and we taste it on our tongues. and when we come in we feel lighter and more full. and glad that we just enjoyed the moment, no matter how bad it seemed.